Created: January 31, 2017 | Updated: January 31, 2017
Genre : General
Language : English
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My Sign
A neon sign should advertise,
Whose light would snare each pair of eyes
That wandered near the reddish glow,
So all who’d see it then would know
And nevermore advance a query
Or ponder on upon a theory
On why my gait should seem so weary,
Shoulders hunched, and aura dreary,
Cursed to carry burdens cruel
Beneath a sheet of dirty wool
While icy bites buffet my skin,
So they could see and know within
The mind that’d lie there underneath
Is one no one would dare unsheathe,
Lest they’d receive in nagging force
The source-less world of filters coarse
Where every strand of joy is cut,
Each door to satisfaction shut,
By he whom this world shelters from
Again becoming fully numb
By Disappointment’s silver needle,
While I would sway as fly and beetle’d
See me as their equal, there
Above my head: “inferior.”